Ungh. My head hurts. Where am I now? I can feel that I'm lying on a
smooth surface…tile, maybe? And even through my closed eyes I can see that
there is no light on.
Well, I might as well take a look around. I open my eyes and try to sit up, but I'm still sort of weak and uncoordinated. I guess the chloroform hasn't worn off yet.
The room is dark as midnight. It takes a while for my eyes to adjust, but they eventually do. The room is totally bare except for five dark shapes.
"Oh, so you're finally awake!" a voice says. It came from one of the forms. I guess they're people. The one that talked to me is obviously a girl, from the pitch of her voice. She sounds cheerful, but she's obviously scared out of her wits. I don't respond. Through experience, I've learned that it's better to stay quiet around people you don't know. You're less likely to get made fun of.
"My name's Amy," the voice continues as the girl gets up and walks toward me. I can't see that well, but I know she has long hair and large eyes. She's a bit short, but I don't know how old she is, either. She extends her hand to me, offering a handshake.
Tentatively, I reach out and accept her greeting. My long fingers clasp her hand, and I see her smile.
"So, what's your name?" she asks.
"Cayla," I reply. After all, that IS my name.
"It's nice to meet you!" Amy exclaims. For a person who doesn't even know where she is, she sure is perky. Or does she know where we are?
"Do you know where we are?" I ask.
"No, she doesn't," a boy's voice replies. I didn't even notice him come up beside me. "I already asked the same question. By the way, my name's Nate."
From what I can see, the boy has slick dark hair and normal eyes. His voice holds an edge of irritation, like everyone else here is just slowing him down.
"Nate, why is it so impossible for you to be nice to the people you don't know?" another boy asks. He's begun pacing, probably wondering why we were abducted from our homes. Now he comes over to me and extends his hand. My head is still spinning slightly, so I stay sitting. "My name's Ritchie. Most people just call me Rich, though."
I accept his hand. He seems a lot nicer than Nate, that's for sure. Maybe if we all live through whatever's going to happen, we'll all be friends. Ritchie has light, spiky hair and dark eyes. Sort of like me.
"Just for the record, my name's Victoria," another girl's voice sounds through the dark. A prissy voice. Somehow, I think they grabbed a rich girl in their abductions. She doesn't even stand up. I wonder what she looks like…
"Don't listen to little miss priss over there. She's used to the best, and she's grumpy because she got drugged and brought here," another boy speaks up. He's been slowly moving along the wall toward me, leaning heavily against it from what I've seen. He sits down beside me and smiles in the dark. His smooth, pale hair and light eyes catch my attention, as does his general attitude. He seems nice, very good-natured.
"My name's Matthew, but everyone calls me Matt. I prefer that, anyway," he says, chuckling slightly. I feel the corners of my mouth tugging their way into a smile. We hear Victoria snort from against the opposite wall.
What? Oh, no. I hear a doorknob rattling slightly. The unseen door opens, harsh fluorescent lights shining into the room. I squint and shade my eyes with my arm. Three people enter the room, one woman and two men.
"That one, the boy," the woman says, her voice devoid of emotion as she points. I follow her finger…Matt! The two men walk over and grab the boy by his arms. He yelps softly as they drag him out. I'm too astonished to do anything. All the others are as well. Before we can even recover from the first, another trio enters, this time three men.
"Take the girl," he says cruelly, motioning toward the opposite wall. The other two walk over, grab Victoria, and drag her screaming from the room.
My heart is beating faster and faster. I can hear the blood pounding in my ears, almost enough to drown out my rapid breathing. Again the door opens, and another woman enters, flanked by two more men.
"That girl," she points again toward us. The men move forward and grab Amy. The chloroform has worn off enough to allow her to kick as well as scream, but still they drag her away.
I feel like my heart is about to burst, it's beating so fast. Ritchie, Nate, and I are left in the dark room for a few minutes. Ritchie sinks to the wall beside me, his eyes fixed on the place where the others have been dragged out. I hear heavy footsteps outside just before the door is again opened. Another three men enter, and one of them merely points at Nate. As the other two move forward Nate holds up a hand, then walks calmly from the room. The door closes again, leaving us in darkness.
"You scared?" Ritchie asks, his own voice shaking in fear. I can only nod, fear having disabled my voice. "Which one of us do you think they'll take next?" he asks. I point at myself, my hand shaking uncontrollably.
"Huh, I thought they'd go after me," he says, laughing slightly. The door opens again and both our heads snap up. I take a good look at Ritchie; it may be the last, as well. He has bright blonde spiky hair and midnight blue eyes. He's looking at me the same way I'm looking at him: like we're really saying hello and good-bye.
Oh, God! I hate being right. The two men just grabbed my arms and are dragging me across the floor. I can't do a thing against them, so I don't even try.
Where are they taking me!? I'm being dragged down a long hallway, I know that. White walls, white ceiling, white tile floor. I hear a door open in front of us, and then…
Aahh!! The lights are blinding! Whoever runs this place needs to tone the lights down! I feel myself being lifted up…Ow! They just dropped me onto some table! Squinting, I look at where I am.
It looks like a doctor's office. Hope they don't want to give me a shot. Heh heh…oh, boy. They're fiddling around my head, putting some kind of mask on me. I still can't move! I watch as one of the people turns some sort of handle. Now what? I smell some sort of gas coming into the mask, not chloroform, but it's still making me tired…
"Oh my God!"
Mom!?
"Bloody Hell!!"
Dad!?
"What is Cayla doing here!? Stop this at once!!" Mom's voice is getting softer…
"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but it's too late. We've already started to administer the gas," another voice replies…it's all fading out…
Am I still on that table? I open my eyes a bit…yep, I'm still on the table. I turn my head and look to the side…who is that? There's another table with someone on it. They look kind of familiar…but they have a tail…it's a boy, I think…and little whitish pink ears…I know I've seen him somewhere…his feet are rabbit-like paws, big enough to support him…I can't place him, but his face is away from me…one of his legs is at a weird sort of angle…he turns his face toward me…Matt!? He has a tail and ears!? He didn't have those earlier, so…
I look back at myself…oh…my…God. I have four legs. And a tail. This is just too much…I think I'm about to pass out again…
Well, I might as well take a look around. I open my eyes and try to sit up, but I'm still sort of weak and uncoordinated. I guess the chloroform hasn't worn off yet.
The room is dark as midnight. It takes a while for my eyes to adjust, but they eventually do. The room is totally bare except for five dark shapes.
"Oh, so you're finally awake!" a voice says. It came from one of the forms. I guess they're people. The one that talked to me is obviously a girl, from the pitch of her voice. She sounds cheerful, but she's obviously scared out of her wits. I don't respond. Through experience, I've learned that it's better to stay quiet around people you don't know. You're less likely to get made fun of.
"My name's Amy," the voice continues as the girl gets up and walks toward me. I can't see that well, but I know she has long hair and large eyes. She's a bit short, but I don't know how old she is, either. She extends her hand to me, offering a handshake.
Tentatively, I reach out and accept her greeting. My long fingers clasp her hand, and I see her smile.
"So, what's your name?" she asks.
"Cayla," I reply. After all, that IS my name.
"It's nice to meet you!" Amy exclaims. For a person who doesn't even know where she is, she sure is perky. Or does she know where we are?
"Do you know where we are?" I ask.
"No, she doesn't," a boy's voice replies. I didn't even notice him come up beside me. "I already asked the same question. By the way, my name's Nate."
From what I can see, the boy has slick dark hair and normal eyes. His voice holds an edge of irritation, like everyone else here is just slowing him down.
"Nate, why is it so impossible for you to be nice to the people you don't know?" another boy asks. He's begun pacing, probably wondering why we were abducted from our homes. Now he comes over to me and extends his hand. My head is still spinning slightly, so I stay sitting. "My name's Ritchie. Most people just call me Rich, though."
I accept his hand. He seems a lot nicer than Nate, that's for sure. Maybe if we all live through whatever's going to happen, we'll all be friends. Ritchie has light, spiky hair and dark eyes. Sort of like me.
"Just for the record, my name's Victoria," another girl's voice sounds through the dark. A prissy voice. Somehow, I think they grabbed a rich girl in their abductions. She doesn't even stand up. I wonder what she looks like…
"Don't listen to little miss priss over there. She's used to the best, and she's grumpy because she got drugged and brought here," another boy speaks up. He's been slowly moving along the wall toward me, leaning heavily against it from what I've seen. He sits down beside me and smiles in the dark. His smooth, pale hair and light eyes catch my attention, as does his general attitude. He seems nice, very good-natured.
"My name's Matthew, but everyone calls me Matt. I prefer that, anyway," he says, chuckling slightly. I feel the corners of my mouth tugging their way into a smile. We hear Victoria snort from against the opposite wall.
What? Oh, no. I hear a doorknob rattling slightly. The unseen door opens, harsh fluorescent lights shining into the room. I squint and shade my eyes with my arm. Three people enter the room, one woman and two men.
"That one, the boy," the woman says, her voice devoid of emotion as she points. I follow her finger…Matt! The two men walk over and grab the boy by his arms. He yelps softly as they drag him out. I'm too astonished to do anything. All the others are as well. Before we can even recover from the first, another trio enters, this time three men.
"Take the girl," he says cruelly, motioning toward the opposite wall. The other two walk over, grab Victoria, and drag her screaming from the room.
My heart is beating faster and faster. I can hear the blood pounding in my ears, almost enough to drown out my rapid breathing. Again the door opens, and another woman enters, flanked by two more men.
"That girl," she points again toward us. The men move forward and grab Amy. The chloroform has worn off enough to allow her to kick as well as scream, but still they drag her away.
I feel like my heart is about to burst, it's beating so fast. Ritchie, Nate, and I are left in the dark room for a few minutes. Ritchie sinks to the wall beside me, his eyes fixed on the place where the others have been dragged out. I hear heavy footsteps outside just before the door is again opened. Another three men enter, and one of them merely points at Nate. As the other two move forward Nate holds up a hand, then walks calmly from the room. The door closes again, leaving us in darkness.
"You scared?" Ritchie asks, his own voice shaking in fear. I can only nod, fear having disabled my voice. "Which one of us do you think they'll take next?" he asks. I point at myself, my hand shaking uncontrollably.
"Huh, I thought they'd go after me," he says, laughing slightly. The door opens again and both our heads snap up. I take a good look at Ritchie; it may be the last, as well. He has bright blonde spiky hair and midnight blue eyes. He's looking at me the same way I'm looking at him: like we're really saying hello and good-bye.
Oh, God! I hate being right. The two men just grabbed my arms and are dragging me across the floor. I can't do a thing against them, so I don't even try.
Where are they taking me!? I'm being dragged down a long hallway, I know that. White walls, white ceiling, white tile floor. I hear a door open in front of us, and then…
Aahh!! The lights are blinding! Whoever runs this place needs to tone the lights down! I feel myself being lifted up…Ow! They just dropped me onto some table! Squinting, I look at where I am.
It looks like a doctor's office. Hope they don't want to give me a shot. Heh heh…oh, boy. They're fiddling around my head, putting some kind of mask on me. I still can't move! I watch as one of the people turns some sort of handle. Now what? I smell some sort of gas coming into the mask, not chloroform, but it's still making me tired…
"Oh my God!"
Mom!?
"Bloody Hell!!"
Dad!?
"What is Cayla doing here!? Stop this at once!!" Mom's voice is getting softer…
"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but it's too late. We've already started to administer the gas," another voice replies…it's all fading out…
Am I still on that table? I open my eyes a bit…yep, I'm still on the table. I turn my head and look to the side…who is that? There's another table with someone on it. They look kind of familiar…but they have a tail…it's a boy, I think…and little whitish pink ears…I know I've seen him somewhere…his feet are rabbit-like paws, big enough to support him…I can't place him, but his face is away from me…one of his legs is at a weird sort of angle…he turns his face toward me…Matt!? He has a tail and ears!? He didn't have those earlier, so…
I look back at myself…oh…my…God. I have four legs. And a tail. This is just too much…I think I'm about to pass out again…